Talk:Wreck of the Clawkeel/@comment-2246928-20150413151413/@comment-2246928-20180528144930

"Righ', good thinkin', mate." The fox said, squinting through the sunlighy as he worked the sunlight off the blade. And then he paused and lowered the sword again, staring at something in the distance. "Acksherly, mate... I don't think this reflectin' bizness is a good idea." He pointed, where, in the near distance, smoke was rising in tendrils towards the sky. "I reckon that's them. The savages. Cookin' up my dead mates, I reckon."